<http://data.yelp.com/Review/id/HqrXNikBi5t1dfE0zFXmrw>	<http://schema.org/dateCreated>	"2011-09-24T00:00:00"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#dateTime> .
<http://data.yelp.com/Review/id/HqrXNikBi5t1dfE0zFXmrw>	<http://www.openvoc.eu/poi#funnyReviews>	"4"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#int> .
<http://data.yelp.com/Review/id/HqrXNikBi5t1dfE0zFXmrw>	<http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#type>	<http://purl.org/stuff/rev#Review> .
<http://data.yelp.com/Review/id/HqrXNikBi5t1dfE0zFXmrw>	<http://purl.org/stuff/rev#reviewer>	<http://data.yelp.com/User/id/7LJVdL20mSPU6s7s1O4aCQ> .
<http://data.yelp.com/Review/id/HqrXNikBi5t1dfE0zFXmrw>	<http://purl.org/stuff/rev#text>	"Look, men don't go to Hooters for the food.  We go to Hooters to stare at hot girls and to flirt with them.  Of course it helps if the waitstaff is friendly.  I've been to this Hooters location 3 or 4 times and only once did I have a friendly waitress, who sat with me and chatted with me for a bit.  The other times, I was pretty much ignored by my waitress, who took my food order, brought out my food, and gave me my check, all without any chatting, conversation, or visiting my table to flirt.  I mean, I can go to any bar in town for that.  I go to Hooters because I want a cute girl in a skin tight outfit to pretend that she's into me.  That's part of the appeal.  After being ignored the last couple of times I haven't gone back."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string> .
<http://data.yelp.com/Review/id/HqrXNikBi5t1dfE0zFXmrw>	<http://purl.org/stuff/rev#rating>	"2"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#int> .
<http://data.yelp.com/Review/id/HqrXNikBi5t1dfE0zFXmrw>	<http://schema.org/itemReviewed>	<http://data.yelp.com/Business/id/-GWI_4FktOD7fwHW1DgZCA> .
<http://data.yelp.com/Review/id/HqrXNikBi5t1dfE0zFXmrw>	<http://www.openvoc.eu/poi#usefulReviews>	"1"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#int> .
<http://data.yelp.com/Review/id/HqrXNikBi5t1dfE0zFXmrw>	<http://www.openvoc.eu/poi#coolReviews>	"0"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#int> .